love life death

Didn't even knew what love meant before she appeared in my life. Only know I understand that great love does not consist neither of dependency to a person, nor of selfishness, but is much more than this. It is like when you immerse in the eternity of your own soul, in that place which you think belong only to toy, but where you meet the other. Only there you feel her deep look and you realize that you are eternally present in her soul and in her most private parts of her being. You realise that nothing matters, not to cry, not to shout. You realize that everything there is and everything there will be does not even exist, are not worth the smallest leaf which fell from the tree of the live of each one of us. And then you feel the need to touch the soul with your hand, to embrace it, to feel its breath, to know it closer to you than you are yourself. You want to kiss it, to share your entire life with it. Love has such an impact that you understand that it is much above what you call life, Then you realise that no matter how much you try to embrace it, and kiss it, and feel its breath, all that can never be done, because you kill kiss only the man, you will feel his breath and embrace it. You will realize that that soul will be much above your life. As you are above hers. You will understand that being with that soul is not possible through caresses, not word, nor kisses, but much more, though an unprecedented torment that you will not be able to sustain, no matter how much you want it, as it is so painfully sweet, a consuming fire that will burn in you in all the eternal moment of your life. And what else remains? What remains in my place and in hers? The ashes of a memory? From which a new love will resurrect as the Phoenix bird? From the ashes of this crazy torment? This is our life, the life of the soul mates, of always seeking one another and when they find each other they consume with the love of their love.

We all want Great Love because this is how we are built. We so often use this expression of the soul mates. We all want it to be true because, when we truly find our soul mates, we all want to end forever this continuous torment which is our own existence. Every time, the result is cruel and precise. The torment of our life will never end as long as we live.

We all want Great Love because this is how we are built. We so often use this expression of the soul mates. We all want it to be true because, when we truly find our soul mates, we all want to end forever this continuous torment which is our own existence. Every time, the result is cruel and precise. The torment of our life will never end as long as we live.

Since we mirror in an entirely different reality from what we are, this means that everything we think we are living, our own existence, our dreams and hopes, our fear of Death is a big fake, because our reality is exactly what we are not, so: Our Death!

Should I understand that love is the reverse of out life, that it is death? That we live in this life in which we hope to have the chance to love, so to die? Let me drink from the glass of your voluptuousness down to the depths of my being so that I can die! Despite all that, I will always love you, my sweet and wild angel of the destiny of my life. Wherever I will be in this world, I will carry you in my thoughts and speak to you where no one can ever ever ever come in! Now you understand, my great love, now you understand why we must talk only there and never somewhere else?Because we are condemned to be soul mates that had the misfortune of recognising each other in this world of vanity. Always keep your head up in life, even when you will feel lonely because I am and I will always be with you, even when our bodies will be dust and ashes for a long time, even when the oceans will dry up and the water of life will be long drunken by the vanity of this world.

Even though I have not loved from the beginning this wonderful soul, even though I have long disappointed and tortured it with my apparent instability, I have come to understand that when you do not seek you will find and when you do not love from the beginning you will live the greatest love, that will become the love of your life.

Even we, when we look into a mirror we make refer to ourselves, but through the mirror. Does the real us stand in front of the mirror which reflects the unreal us? How else is real Life reflected into the unreal Death? One thing is certain and that is that our image in the mirror is real as long as we are reflected in the mirror. In this case, isn?t Death Life?s image and thus Life becomes Death?s image? The life we know as such through its reflection in death is in fact Our own Death!

Just like probably nowhere is more Life than in the world of Death, where its entire being rests on Life. If it hadn?t been for Death, then there wouldn?t be Life either, and as Life feeds Death, is possible that Death in return would feed Life at the cosmic lunch of the human feelings.